I won't hold my breath
On a promise made
No flashbacks
To the good old days
Some things just aren't meant to last
Not everything can be fixed
In the wake of the crash
After everything we've done
There's nothing to say
We are not alive
We are starting to decay
You are the best of the worst
A special kind of curse
Words cannot express
Hoe much I'm glad you left
Like all meaning
In things we've said
To reassure each other
About how we're still good friends
You wear a false mask
When we're side to side
It's a knife to my back
And a gun to your life
Everything we had
Disappeared just like that
I'd be lying
If I said I wasn't glad
Now that you're gone
I can finally move on
From the gloomy state
You have me in
So I can see where I've been
But you keep coming back
Again and again
I wish you'd stay away
And not put me back
In that place
That might be how it has to begin
But it won't be how it ends
YOU ARE READING
Medicine
PoetryCutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings. A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat li...
